Date: Wed, 08 Jul 2009 10:09:10 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 25 Part 3

Chapter 25 --Part III
From Billy's viewpoint


After everyone was gone, Ted asked me if I wanted to do a bowl. I didn't
normally do shit, but that evening it just felt right. We smoked one
bowl. Then another. Both in silence. Of course, my mind was racing with the
events of the day. I was feeling really good about how the meeting had
gone. Sure Terry was a jerk, but I figured he was probably gay too and just
not man enough to face up to it. And besides I had the shit I'd seen him
doing in the shower if I needed to slam him down.

I also kept coming back to thinking about Jess and how he had stood up for
me. How he turned that meeting right around by being a true best bud. I
knew I'd always loved the guy . . . well, not `loved' loved, but you know
what I mean . . . but now I was starting to really understand how fucking
important he was to me. And how important I was to him. I guess he really
defined what being a best bud was.

And Ted, of course. I really couldn't stop coming back to thinking about
Ted and how he kept turning me on all day. This was the one thought that
really made me edgy, because I wanted so bad to come on to him. But I knew
I shouldn't. Couldn't. That kind of shit was what would really fuck up
everything. If I hit on a straight guy, particularly at school, and it gets
out . . . Then everything is changed. Then maybe Terry's right. I had to
realize that just because a guy was cool with my being gay didn't mean he
wanted to start sucking me off in his basement.

But mostly I was just hanging with Ted, who was so much cooler . . . and
hotter . . . than I ever would have guessed. I was feeling pretty mellow
about everything that had happened. Of course, the fact that we were
smoking "primo dope" wasn't hurting my buzz any.

As Ted set the second bowl down, he looked at me so seriously and said, "I
can't thank you enough."

"For what? I should be thanking you, dude."

"For coming out the way you did. I could never have done that. And Jess is
really serious? I can't really believe he said that. He's gay, too? Did you
know he was going to say that?"

"I really didn't. I knew he was gay. I have for weeks. But I didn't think
he was ready to come out. I mean, it's just him. He doesn't have a
boyfriend or anything."

"Do you?" Ted asked I thought I could sense the excitement at the prospect
in his voice.

"Yea, I do."

"Jess?" Ted asked. "Oh, I guess not if he doesn't have a boyfriend. No,
wait. It's not a one-sided kind of thing where you like him but . . ."

"No, not Jess," I interrupted. "It's a junior actually."

"I knew it. Justin? Right?"

"How the fuck did you know that. I hardly knew myself until the other day."

"I've just seen the way you look at him, pretending you're not looking at
him. And him doing the same. I've seen you guys check each other out when
you think no one is watching. I wondered what was going on. He is so
hot. And hung, from what I hear."

"You've been watching me?" Now that started to creep me out a little.

"Billy, I've always been watching you. I've always had a crush on you
. . . before I even knew what a crush was. I thought for a long time that I
just wanted you to notice me. Then we got to be friends. Started swimming
together. Eventually I realized that it was sexual."

"You mean you . . ." I was at a loss for words.

"Yeah. I jerked off imagining you . . . doing the same . . . or more. I
loved to imagine you getting hard in your Speedo. I've never seen your cock
really hard, but I loved to imagine what it would look like. Your cock
peeking out the elastic. You reaching your hand in and freeing your hard
cock. Slowly jacking it right in front of my face. Stuff like that."

I was shaking my head in little jerk shakes back and forth. In
disbelief. But not unhappy with this apparent turn of events. Or was it
just the dope. I felt really confused and thought maybe my mind was just
fucking with me. "So you're gay, too."

"You hadn't figured that out till just now? You are slow on the uptake,
aren't you?"

I didn't know what the "uptake" or whatever was, but I agreed I was fucking
slow.

"And before you ask," Ted said, "no, I'm just not ready to come out
yet. That's why I thanked you. You've made it easier for all of us to make
that decision when the time is right. You can show everyone that we're just
regular guys. We just like guys instead of girls. It's OK. So thanks."

He leaned back in his seat and started to rearrange his cock in his
jeans. The talk about his fantasies must have been having some effect on
him. Me, too, strangely.

My mind was racing with so many fucking questions I wanted to ask him. I
didn't know where to start. But even as I tried to organize my thoughts,
they were repeatedly knocked askew as I watched Ted's efforts to relieve
the pressure his hardening cock was creating in his jeans.

Finally, I was so distracted or whatever that I said, "Why don't you just
put your sweats back on. I think you'll be more comfortable."

He didn't hesitate. He lifted his butt just a little and gave a quick
yank. Off came the jeans. Up sprang his cock. I think I might have
gasped. You know, the kind of gasp you can hear. When I saw his cock, I
realized it was fucking amazing. The most amazing cock I had ever seen. It
was easily a good inch longer than Justin's. Easily. And hanging below it
were the most perfect low-hanging balls I'd ever seen. They were like from
a fucking ad for the perfect nuts.

His big, perfect ball sack hanging there in front of me brought another
image to mind – Terry jerking off in the gym showers. Was this the dope
or what? But as I'm looking at Ted's incredible nuts, I'm thinking about
Terry. What a sight that had been. A few months ago seeing Terry jerking
his monster meat. His big balls hanging low, just like Ted's were
now. Watching as Terry forced at least three fingers up his ass and moaned
real deep as hot water splashed down his back. Terry obviously thinking no
one was around as he pumped away on his huge cock.

But I had been there. He just couldn't, or didn't, see me. I'd seen
him. And now with Ted's low hangers getting me all stirred up, I was doubly
jiggy thinking about Terry. And about Ted.

You'll probably be surprised that my mouth and not my dick sprang into
action.

"Why do you think Terry stormed out?" I asked Ted, who was still standing
in front of me naked and almost completely hard.

He had started to pick up his sweat pants to put them on. But with my
question, he let them drop. Casually, as though the idea of covering his
great big old hard-on had just evaporated from his mind. He thought for a
second. Scratched his big low-hangers and finally said, "I thought the lady
protested too much."

"I hate to go pointing any fingers," I said, staring hard at Ted's cock,
which jutted almost straight up. No curve. No bend. Perfectly straight. I
lost my train of thought for a moment, imagining Ted shoving his fingers up
his ass. Jacking his hard cock. I shook my head trying to clear the
images. It wasn't easy with my cock and my asshole twitching with the
thoughts running through my head. I was about to go completely out of
fucking control. Between Ted and his dope, I didn't have a lot of grasp. I
just knew I needed to try his cock.

Finally I started again. "Yeah, my finger. . . . I mean I already wondered
about him. I saw him in the showers at school a couple of months ago. He
thought everyone had left after swim practice. He was standing with the
shower hitting on his back while he jacked his cock. The guy was really
into it."

"And you saw it?" Ted said. His hand was on his own hard cock in a
flash. He was stroking it slowly. He had his hand turned funny so it was
backwards as he jerked his cock. You know, his fingers were away from him
and the back of his hand was by his abs. I know I'd tried it that way, but
it never felt right. Really awkward. But the way Ted was doing it, it
looked so sexy. He obviously knew how to handle his equipment and I wanted
him to try that technique on my cock. "I wish I'd seen it," Ted said, again
interrupting my thoughts of him. Of him and me and our hard cocks. "Terry's
dick is pretty big when it's soft. What does it look like hard?"

"Like yours," I said before even thinking. It came out sounding kind of
dreamy-like. Like I was in love with him or something. I hated the way that
sounded and so I tried to sound more guy-like as I said, "And he's got
balls that hang low like yours, too."

"I knew that," Ted said. "I've watched him."

"You've probably watched all of us," I said in jest as I rearranged my own
boner. God fucking damn, I was so hard in my jeans I could fucking scream.

"Probably," Ted said. "So did Terry cum?

"Well, he was jerking with one hand and he had at least three fingers of
his other hand shoved up his asshole. Finger fucking himself but good. He
was moaning and tossing his head from side to side. I just wanted to go
over and finish him off. But I just watched as he came. I couldn't believe
it, but he ate his cum right off his hand and smelled the fingers he'd had
up his ass. It was the first time I'd seen something like that."

"I bet you wished you'd gotten a chance to wrap your fingers around that
big monster of his," Ted said.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my hard-on through my jeans, feeling the growing
wet spot I was creating. "That would have been cool."

"It looks like you're a little excited just remembering it," Ted said. "You
can wrap your fingers around my cock if you want. You can finish me off."

Without a moment's hesitation, I was holding Ted's mammoth cock in my
hand. My fingers couldn't close around it, so I knew it was bigger than
Justin's. I wrapped the fingers from my other hand above the first. There
was a lot of hard cock shaft still showing. Definitely bigger than
Justin's.

Ted just stood there so composed. So mature. Sexy. Hot. That smell
again. He smelled so fucking hot. His cock was so hard and big in my
hands. My head was reeling with an overload of what was happening .

Ted made a deep sound in his chest, a clear sign he liked the attention his
cock was getting.

But me? I was fascinated. Mesmerized. Completely lost in the moment. I was
so horned and buzzed I couldn't really think. Ted's cock was so big. It
felt so meaty. The skin on it wasn't tight like mine, or Justin's or even
Jess'. I couldn't resist stroking it a little. A single small pearl of
pre-cum formed at the tip.

"Oh, Billy," Ted sighed. And as he did, he reached out and started rubbing
my cock through my jeans. "Jack me faster," he said. And I did. But first I
took my index finger and ran it across his pouty cock lips and rubbed that
pearly drop of pre-jizz across his cockhead. Lubing it up a bit. Listening
to Ted groan as I did it.

Now I was jacking this monster meat. Ted's cock. In my hands. So fucking
hot. Just a little faster. My hands moved so smoothly up and down his
cock. I loved jerking him off this way. Two hands wrapped around his thick,
hard, juicy man cock.

I knew he was opening my pants. I sucked in my gut a little to make it
easier. My cock sprang free.

"Commando. I thought so," Ted said. And then I felt his warm fingers grasp
my hard, throbbing cock. His touch confirmed what my mind had tried to
deny. I loved this. I really loved it. Now I understood all those fantasies
and urges I'd had all day. I understood why being near, or even just
thinking of Ted made me hard. I understood his smell. It was the smell of
sex. Lust. Hot guys. Hard cocks. It was exactly what I wanted.

But I had to stop. I couldn't betray Justin. I couldn't.

Ted dipped a fingertip to the tip of my cockhead, getting a sample of my
oozing pre-cum. He lifted it to his lips and purred in appreciation. Then
he dabbed the same finger in his own pre-cum and offered it to me.

My lips started to part to take in this new nectar. I almost took it, but
at the last second leaned back. I took my hands from Ted's cock, but
reached back with one hand and gave that magnificent cock a couple more
strokes with just one hand in appreciation for its size. And its
beauty. And, I guess, for all Ted had done for me.

"I gotta go. I can't do this. Justin will be off work soon and I told him
I'd come straight back and tell him everything that happened at the
meeting. And you . . . you understand . . . we're exclusive
. . . boyfriends. So I can't do this."

I understand. I didn't mean to do anything . . . I'm really sorry. You're
not mad are you?"

"No, I loved it. I'd love to keep doing it. But I've got a boyfriend. And
. . ." I shrugged.

"Is it OK if I come?" he asked.

"Sure. Beat off if it makes you happy. Do you need an audience? I can
watch. We don't have any rules against watching," I said, figuring it was
OK with Justin for me to watch.

"No, you jerk. I mean is it OK if I come with you to tell Justin about the
meeting?"

"Sure," I said. "But you better put some pants on first."

As I rearranged my aching cock back into my jeans, which wasn't easy, I
realized how much I wanted to make it with Ted. How much I ached at the
thought of not doing it. It surprised me because no one but Justin had
excited me that way before today. Now Ted was having the same appeal to me
Justin did.

As we got ready to head for Justin's, I wondered if maybe in some strange
way Terry didn't have the same lure. The same appeal to me.

But Terry was a jerk and Ted was a really nice guy. I was glad we were
going to extend this time together. Ted was making me feel good. And kind
of jittery and excited. Just being around him. It felt like he was just
radiating sex. He smelled of sex. He looked like sex. Why hadn't I noticed
this before?

I was very glad I had stopped doing it with him when I did. It would have
been too easy to cum with him. How cool would that have been! But I
didn't. I'd stayed true to Justin. I always would. But I sure as hell was
happy when Ted asked me for a ride to Justin's house. More time to be close
to him. I kept thinking as we drove to Justin's, what if I had Justin's
scooter tonight? My cock stretched a little more and twitched, as more
pre-cum oozed into my already damp jeans. What if Ted were riding behind
me? That enormous cock pressed up against my ass. The scooter vibrating the
way it did. I'm lucky I didn't blow a wad just thinking about it.

All the way to Justin's house I couldn't stop thinking of all the things I
wanted to do to Ted. With Ted. For Ted. I was just making myself more jiggy
thinking about this shit, but I couldn't stop. I was turned all the way on.

To Be Continued . . .

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